Eh. It depends, but I’ve found that in this past year since Benjamin’s passing, I am more sad. It’s not that I have more bad days than good days – they’re all about the same, but I just have a constant sadness that follows me around. It’s become a part of me, something that I’ll never be able to get rid of. I suppose it’s better to say that I have my moments within those good days, bad days, so-so days that makes my heart hurt.